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Remember When

Remember the good old days, way back when I was a blogger?  I used to write about projects I was doing, new recipes I tried, daily life stuff, gardening, and sewing projects.  Ahh.  Those were great times.  I would wake up early on a Saturday morning and type away, as my kids slept.  My camera was rarely in its case, always around my neck instead.  I’d “plate up” our dinner and snap pictures before my kids could take a bite. 

Good times.  Yes, good times.

Then school started again.  I’ve barely been able to keep my head above water.  I feel like someone is standing by my bed in the mornings, with a stop watch, hovering over me, about to yell, “AND GO!!!!”  I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.  My soccer-mom-friends and I share our sob stories.  We all know how it goes.  I’m just afraid I’ll forget to pick up the kids somewhere one of these days!

Anyway, back to that blogging thing.  It’s been a while.  I haven’t even shared our Labor Day Weekend Farmcation photos.  There weren’t quite as many this year. 


My kids were less than cooperative.

As a matter of fact, for the first time in about 5 years, I didn’t even get a picture that was Christmas card worthy.  I think I need to raise the bribery a bit.

The kids were busy riding motorcycles and four wheelers again this year.

My youngest even learned to ride on her own.

I wrote about the owl pellet collection and disection on my literacy blog, if you’re interested in that. Pretty cool stuff!

Well, here’s hopin’ that life settles down a bit!  Maybe I’ll find time for blogging again soon!

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  • WicketsMom
    September 30, 2013

    Sounds like my life – busy, busy, busy! Love the dirtbike photos. We ride too (6 year old races enduros and hare scrambles). Just a word of advice though, always make them ride with jeans/riding pants. Two instances here lately of riding buddies whose kids were just doing some casual riding but ended up with severe burns on their legs when the bike fell over on them and they couldn't get up.